Peace, Love & Gingerbread

 

Peace, Love & Gingerbread

was the first book-book I ever wrote. It has, in the great tradition of first books, some flaws. Just looking at the ToC is enough to show that. The book was (and is) in desperate need of an editor. But an editor it will likely never have.

 

Genesis

I lived in the Joseph Smith Academy -- a satellite campus of Brigham Young University -- the first semester it existed. Situated in a former Catholic girls' school, the place was like living in a 60s go-go movie, only with BYU students who are crazy in their own special way.

 

History

The months I spent there were fantastic by just about any standard, and as, at the time, Nauvoo was a happening issue in Mormondom (what with the reconstruction of the temple), I thought it handy and expedient to write a book. So I did. I spent many a ten-hour day writing or rewriting hundreds of pages of prose.

I queried a number of publishers, Mormoncentric and not, with Deseret Book taking the bait. I sent them what then existed of the manuscript (about three hundred pages) and they sat on it for over a year. At that point I called them up and after some weeklong shuffling I spoke to the head editor of the soon-to-be-launched ebooks division. He told me my book was perfect for what he had in mind but there were some things to work out and please call him back in two weeks.

Which I did to the minute, only to find out that he no longer worked at Deseret Book and the ebooks division had been scrapped. This sort of thing happens to me more than you might think.

 Anyway, after all that I was burnt out on the process and went on to other things. Except when it was specifically requested by another publisher that had heard of it (they finally rejected it for no longer being timely . . . and needing editing), it hasn't seen the light of day in years. I myself haven't read it in a long, long time.

My impression of it now is that the individual essays are good in their way, but not up to my current standards; and that the book itself is bloated and overlong. But I haven't really read it, so I could always be wrong.

The book was mostly complete when I stopped working on it, but a few parts never were finished. But I spent a lot of time perfecting those parts that were and they deserve the opportunity to flit out into the world and see what they can see.

 

Benediction

Fare thee well, little words. Fare thee well. 


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